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Post by D o v e on Sept 9, 2007 14:34:35 GMT -5
Such a waste, such a terrible waste. Such a beautiful incredible mare, but she didn’t care. No, Eira didn’t care if you lived or died. After all there was hardly a point; you lived just to die, didn’t you? So then why did all have to dance? Life was just a silly little dance where some puppet master in sky toyed with your strings. She found it all quite revolting, but outwardly she did not care. It was such a peculiar feeling, like walking on air. You really didn’t feel quite right when you didn’t feel at all. It was like…like you weren’t really there, more like a specter than one of the living. Yes, yes, that was how Eira felt. Her puppet master must be playing a cruel trick upon her, keeping her alive when she should have died so many times. She supposed she should be thankful for the many reprieves she’s had from death, but she truly wasn’t. Each close call had only torn more of her self away until it had left her heart raw and exposed. Each time death stole away the ones dear to her by such brutal means that she had to harden her heart against it. So nothing could hurt her now, emotionally. If you just didn’t care then it made life more bearable, there was nothing to lose then. Least that’s how she saw it now.
Before, when she had been but a foal, she had been stolen away from her mother by humans. Of course that was only to be expected, since she was a purebred Vanner she was born into captivity. Oh but she had been so young, only three months old, and she had fallen terribly ill in the first month of her separation. She had to slowly recover her strength over a period of six months until at last she was strong enough to stand on her own again. Now a yearling, Eira had already grown quite tall and broad, they decided to start training her, but their training was harsh and cruel and so Eira has many scars upon her rump from the bite of the whip. So yes, Eira was a trained pet… for she hadn’t been able to leave that place until she had turned three years old. But even then she was not able to leave human captivity; she was traded from barn to barn, eventually being shipped across the seas to a Gypsy Vanner farm somewhere in the northwest. All that was in the course of five months, such an immense trip it had been too. The poor girl was then just about three and a half years old and her new owner decided to breed her to his Vanner stallion. And so her daughter was born. Oh how Eira had loved her little filly! …But this human too took her daughter away from her at the tender age of three months. And it was the cry of her young flicka that caused her to go insane. Eira reared and screamed and kept trying to attack the humans, so soon they were in her pen with whips, trying to control her. Eira continued to rear, but then once she went too high and she fell completely backward, smashing through the wooden fence behind her. It stunned the poor mare and the humans, but she was the first to recover.
Looking bewildered and snorting, the large mare had rolled over and risen to her feet, standing still just a brief before her mind finally whirred into action and told her to leave, flee! And that was precisely what she did. Eira darted off into the nearby forest and the humans lost her forever. So she has spent that last two years of her life alone, wandering through unknown territories with the occasional visit of forest critters. It has been a lonesome and long trek, and now she hardly believes she’ll ever see another equine again which has lead to such a hardened and sad mare. It is truly this thought that bids her to keep her emotions locked away so that she may never be hurt again. Oh but enough of the past, this is the present. And the present has brought Eira here, to Night Sky…though she truly does not know this.
Through darkened woods strode the two-toned mare, her weighted steps leaving deep impressions in the earth. It was not such a difficult task to track the Vanner mare as her large hooves left quite a nice little trail. She merely plodded along slowly, leisurely, and followed an old winding path through the woods. Funny, she hadn’t the slightest clue that she was treading upon the old territory of the outlaws who had once terrorized this part of the country, but then again she couldn’t possibly know the history of this place when she’d only just arrived. The tall trees grew closer and closer together and the large, broad mare had a harder and harder time trying to maneuver. In all honesty she wasn’t really paying any attention to where she was going, Eira was just walking…didn’t anyone ever just walk anymore? Or did there always have to be a destination? Heh. Well, the sturdy mare really didn’t ponder long on that question for a new concern presented itself. She had taken a wrong turn and wound up nearly entirely boxed in by a tight knot of trees.
Why was it only she who had such awful luck? A loud exhale and a shake of her head sent white and black locks flying about. This was getting to be a real bother. Well, she had traveled quite some distance; perhaps this was a sign for her to rest? The heavy-lidded brown eyes did not appear frustrated or annoyed by her current situation, but rather it seemed as if she were staring off into space. And odd, not-really-there look lay in her dull eyes as she swung her head to the right and then to the left, surveying her position. No, she decided in her mind, I don’t wish to turn back now. And so, like a ship swaying in a turbulent sea she went down. Forelegs going to her knees first and then pulling her hind legs underneath her, she settled to the ground with a dull thud. A heavy, weary sigh escaped her as she exhaled and then settled her chin upon the ground, blowing warm air onto the dirt and causing a small bit of dust to rise. Utterly bored and hopelessly lost, Eira rested while she could. Though un-glossy brown eyes were closed, her black ears flickered occasionally, still listening to the sounds of the forest. Heh, this really was a horrible place to stop and rest, she had herself pretty much trapped already, there was no way she could really defend herself.
[occ; heh, long ^^;]
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Post by npc on Sept 9, 2007 16:27:16 GMT -5
of predator, of prey
She had been watching the doe for some time now, hidden in the forest. It was not the best lighting, but for Sonlera this did not matter, as her eyes were well adapted and evolved for the darkness. Nonetheless creature she watched was large, colourful, and hard to miss. She smiled happily to herself. Sometimes, it was too easy, not that she was complaining. Actually she had noticed the animals here were all too ready to be taken, they were rarely very alert. She stretched her pale brown legs, yawning silently as her quarry stored and began its journey again.
She wished sometimes that her species was much more social. The solitary life made attacking larger species particularly difficult. What was the use of having so much bounty on one’s territory when you could not reach it? Today fate seemed to be on her side however, as in her quiet stalking she observed how the trees grew thicker, closer and closer. Whereas Sonlera was small and agile, this giant creature would have such trouble taking flight without injury.
Her eyes were glowing with life, her mouth wet with saliva. She crouched low to be unseen, for rarely was her kind seen in any case, feet light on the ground. What kind of deranged sort of deer was this? It was unnaturally big, its giant feet disconcerting. What a kick they could bring if aimed true. She would have to be particularly fast, particularly stealthy. Yet fate came her way once more, in a most pleasing way, she might have laughed with pleasure. The strange deer lowered itself to the ground, lowered in its own grave. She looked at it transfixed, stunned.
And then, the cougar lunged, forelegs extended she ripped her claws into the doe’s haunches.
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Post by D o v e on Sept 9, 2007 17:30:14 GMT -5
It was oddly peaceful, oddly still...but it really was of no concern to her whether the forest was too quiet or not. My, she really did have rotten luck. Certainly she had heard the big cat at one point in time, but she was far too uninterested in her surroundings to pay any forest sound any heed at all. And now, as she lay resting, trapped in her makeshift stall...Both ears had flicked back upon hearing the cat leave the ground and the stench of cat filled her nares with its noxious fumes. The large mare reacted swiftly to rise, but she was not so agile as the cat and before she had gotten her back legs up the outstretched claws tore into the tender flesh of her rump. A shrill scream emitted from the black maw, loud enough to send the birds atop the tree branches into flight. Knowing that the feline's claws would rip her flesh if she rose, she still preceded to rise...there was nothing else to do and she could not defend herself laying down. Powerful hindquarters rose with great effort, the cougar's claws tearing deep into her flesh, blood staining the white splotches of her coat and tail. The thick liquid was already dripping to the ground after just the cat's one attack.
Instinct took over swiftly though and she didn't remain stunned for long. Powerful, thick hind legs struck out with immense force as the large hooves sought to strick the feline's carcass. However, the beast had a fairly decent grip upon her hide and so she did not believe that a single kick would do the monster in. Squealing in rage the heavy mare attempted to swing round with her massive head but was stopped by the tightly knit trees. Damn! Stupid, stupid Eira!! She had trapped herself!
The wild-eyed mare attempted to calm the overwhelming urge to flee, for she had realized that she had nowhere to go but back. Landing again on all fours she chose this time to rear. The heavy mare rose off of her forelegs, enraged by the beast on her hindquarters and still frantically trying to figure out how to dislodge the beast. High into the air the powerful mare rose, but only to land again on all fours, the force of her hooves coming down causing the ground around her to shake and shudder under her weight.
"Vile feline!"
She shrieked in anger. Eira needed the cursed cat in front of her where she could see it and pound it into the ground with her massive hooves! Eira hoped that her antics would cause the feline to release her hindquarters and give her the opportunity to trample the puny creature. How strange that one so unconcerned for life fought so hard to save her own...but then again, it was merely instinct, no true thoughts were going on in her head at the moment. Her mind was in a right state at the moment, turmoil and chaos causing her thoughts to rage out of control, it was quite distracting really. But she should never have been so foolish as to lie down in such a death trap. Stupid. Foolish. |
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Post by corpserotten on Sept 9, 2007 17:45:26 GMT -5
OOC.. Please pardon the amount of poo you might find in this post. My muse is rather drained, especially for hurt, but I feel like I'm neglecting him.
Stupid ponies.
Of all places to feel the need to conjugate, why around his home? Did they not understand how /rude/ that is? At least they should understand what a glare and collection of colorful insults mean; You're not welcome, get away. Was it so much to ask to not have to look at another horse? Apparently, it was /way/ too much.
So, that was his reasoning to be here. Horses like open space, they like the sun and they hate wolves. The forest was perfect in that sense, it was cramped, dark and had predators. Unless some horse was off their rocker (which would be quite fun), they'd be back at the fields.
Hurt was small enough, well, he was actually a rather average side, a bit tall, but lanky, so he found it easy enough to trail along the slowly narrowing path. On occasion he'd have to step off it to go around a tree and get back on. The reward of no other horses was well worth the effort, actually. The dirty blue-grey horse was quite pleased at this find, and was still relishing in himself and how easy it was to avoid those other horses.
Now that he was alone, he could finally think, or... at least not be irked constantly and could just relax. Blue eyes looked around the forest lazily, then he stopped. Suddenly he scented the air and glared out at the nothingness around him that suddenly felt very, very crowded. A horse? What? No, this was his forest, no horses allowed.
Hurt flattened his auds and he trailed after the scent. He couldn't enjoy the forest knowing another horse was in it. Upon sighting the pain mare, he stopped to watch. You can't belittle without spying first. He shifted his weight and eased a hind leg, watching her intently from behind a fallen tree and some shrubs. Feeling concealed enough, he made no further effort to hide himself.
She got stuck, lay down. Well this was dull. He rolled his eyes slightly, not sure what he'd hoped would happen, but you never know. Maybe she was crazy and hallucinated. Maybe she got panic attacks and was claustrophobic and would break down. Maybe she ate something and would go into anaphylactic shock and seize.
Just as he was about to doze off, he watched something move that was not the mare. A long, lanky body creeping along, closer... closer... Holy shit! A cat.
So much for a boring movie. Hurt roused himself, auds erect and eyes watching with interest as the feline lunged upon her, driving a scream from her lungs. She struggled and the cat seemed determined to get this prey, it would feed her for quite a while. Feeling quite safe with the cat feasting upon another, he relaxed some from his initial shock of seeing the animal, and even smiled.
All he could think of was how this wasn't exactly the right girl-on-girl for him.
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Post by npc on Sept 9, 2007 18:54:49 GMT -5
of predator, of prey
It happened in a flash. As she flew through the air her quarry became alert, but not fast enough. As soon as Sonlera’s claws made contact however and she threw her weight to latch on the doe became a panic. She pinned her ear, clearing out the sound of fright, keeping the scream apart of her. The warm scent of blood immediately lifted into the air, and she drank it in. It drove her onwards. By now, Sonlera was snarling ferociously. She held tight as the creature rose, arching her body as an awkward kick clipped her thigh. With a strange yelp, she began to climb up the female’s rump, working her way for its spine. Of course, with the animal's great size, she wondered if she had the strength to do any real damage.
So enthralled with her task, Sonlera had completely overlooked the presence of another strange deer, which might have surprised her later, pending she survived this excursion. Climbing ever higher, and higher, her grip becoming more and more secure, but without warning she found herself in a panic, high above the ground and slip, pulling her claws, so loose, down the hide of the beast. She felt her hindpaws tangle with the nearby trees and propelled of them as the animals collided with the ground. Sonlera cried with rage.
For a moment she though the other was talking to her, but it was in a language she could not understand. This was for the better. No animal needed its dinner appealing to conscience. Ignoring this, she began the climb again, her claws aching, blood drenching her feet.
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Post by corpserotten on Sept 9, 2007 19:01:43 GMT -5
OOC.. I'll let Dove post. It's a bit silly if I do right now.
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Post by D o v e on Sept 9, 2007 21:27:08 GMT -5
Foul feline! She could feel the big cat as it pulled itself farther onto her back. And when she threw herself upward in a rear the big cat merely slid down her spine painfully. AHH!! It was so incredibly frustrating! Like some wicked fly that simply would not get off her hide, only the pain was one hundred times worse than those pesky flies. Eira was too restricted in her makeshift box, she could barely rear up without hitting the tree branches. So what did she do? Well, the broad mare threw it into reverse. After all, the exit to her death trap was behind her. With no view of what was going on behind her, Eira collided with a couple of trees with her rump which was quite painful because of the open wounds.
Ah, finally, more space! The large mare was suddenly dancing violently. Hooves were thrown out in all directions, rearing and then plunging down to go up with the opposite end. The feline's previous cry of rage had jacked up her adrenaline and the Gypsy Vanner mare suddenly went up to a height that was simply too high and she came crashing down upon her back - which had been her true intention. Take that damned cat! Though there were drawbacks to slamming her own body into the ground, Eira figured the cat would be too worried about hanging on to remember to let go, so it wouldn't all be for naught. She merely wished the pesky dead. When the heavy horse's body collided with the ground she winced and the breath was knocked out of her briefly from both the pain and the force of the collision. The gashes down her back had already grown quite long because of the cougar's slipping claws and she was bound to have some nasty scars after the incident was over....well, if she survived that was.
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Post by corpserotten on Sept 9, 2007 23:06:49 GMT -5
OOC.. No shorter than this. ^^ Ah well, I only want this short, only so much to write about standing and watching.
At least this mare had enough sense to walk backwards. Too many horses were torn to shreds because they were trapped, only to have one accessible exit that meant life had they had brain cells inside that hollow stone called a skull. All the better, kill those morons. Just means fewer in the near future.
She sure did put up a fight... hate to mount her on a bad day. Hurt smirked lightly, watching her crazed rear, tipping back further, further....
Bam. Impressive. He watched her lay on her back, the cat probably now realizing this hunk of steak wasn't quite worth it. Watching the blood mix with dirt, he wondered just how injured she was. Probably quite a lot, you don't just walk away from getting mauled by a cougar. Now that he had something to comment about, he stepped over the log before him, and around the flora growth, then yawned.
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Post by npc on Sept 10, 2007 19:40:11 GMT -5
of predator, of prey
Blind fury and fear, that was all that plagued her mind as the doe began to back from her cage. Trees collided with her back, the rough branches scraping her hide and into the air raised the dim scent of her own blood. All she could focus on now was holding on, hoping to weaken the animal, get it into a spot where she could try again. Yet Sonlera wondered if this was the right thing to be doing, perhaps she should have jumped off and made a second attempt to launch at the creature with hopes to paralyse it. She was obsessed.
Suddenly it rose again. And the cat was surprised to find that as it leapt into the air again and again she was thrown forward. She opened her jaws, a feral cry ripping from her throat, so very close, she would have her teeth clamped into its back in a matter of seconds! But Sonlera’s triumph would be ripped from her, just as her lips touched the warm flesh of her quarry she was suddenly at an awkward angle in the trees, suspended and yet falling fast. The doe came with her, and she rolled quickly to avoid being crushed.
The sound of bone cracking was horrendous, the yowl still worse. Her hind leg had been caught, her breath take, and her skull gently colliding with a nearby trunk. She lay dazed for a moment, but adrenaline rushed in quickly and yanking the mess of her legs from beneath the great beast, Sonlera climbed to her feet in a flash, bounding painfully into the trees, and away. The stench of death that dripped from her every pour, and especially her ankle, bent oddly, plagued her now.
Something small, and she would be fine, she might survive. Taking a glance back, she snorted at the peculiar creature. A deer? No. One day, she would have to ask, in this life of the next.
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